“I am sure it is perfect!” Garnet squeaked and ran out of his office before he could insist.The thought of being in that room with all those toys made her skin tingle. Ever since that night she found herself getting lost in her fantasies about Thor and even though he never tried to share the bed with her she realized that she craved his touch and it embarrassed her.She just could not understand how he was acting calm in the face of the destruction being wrought on his company. Titan Industries was the trending topic everyone.*The polished mahogany doors of the auction house loomed before Garnet as she paced through the hallway. A tremor of unease ran down her spine, recently she had thought that she and Thor were getting better in their relationship but he suddenly seemed to withdraw from her without any cause. He had been the one to inform her that they would be attending this auction for the Cheryl Buck Charity and now he was the one running late. She hated to be alone at these
All through the night Andrea tossed on her bed restlessly, she could not believe that Thor was still resisting her, it could not be because of that wench Garnet.She wondered why Garnet was still around him. She had made sure that the Nerd had tied up both Garnet and Bill so that if Thor tried to look for the people responsible for the virus it would be them but so far it had been mum and the virus had been eliminated quite quickly too. What a waste. As the first hints of dawn painted the horizon, Andrea knew what she had to do. Thor deserved to hear this proposal unfiltered, unadulterated by the hesitation a phone call might breed. He deserved to see the fire in her eyes as she spoke, the unwavering belief in their shared vision. Armed with a killer presentation and a dress that spoke volumes in a power suit so that he could see that she was his equal, Andrea set off for Thor’s office, heart pounding a rhythm only the thrill of the unknown could conjure.Andrea, impeccably dressed in
Crimson heels clicked a staccato rhythm against the polished marble floor, each clack resonating in the cavernous silence of Garnet's office. Andrea, a vision of predatory elegance in her custom made charcoal suit, glided through the mahogany doors with the confidence of a panther entering its domain. Garnet, perched behind her expansive desk, watched the entrance with a glacial stillness, her emerald eyes unreadable."Garnet," Andrea drawled, her voice dripping with honeyed malice, "Always a pleasure to find you amidst such… opulence." She gestured around the opulent office, adorned with priceless art and antique furniture. "Thor certainly has exquisite taste."“So I get a visit too.” Garnet answered her sarcastically, her smile a flicker of cold fire. "And you, Andrea, have exquisite timing. However I was not expecting… guests."Unbothered by the dismissal in Garnet’s voice, Andrea took a seat opposite her, her smile widening. "Imagine my surprise when I brought my proposition to Tho
When he summoned Garnet and was informed by the secretary that she had left without telling anyone Thor had been surprised. Had his ice cold queen been angered by Andrea’s appearance in the office? Feeling angry with her he stormed out of the tower, anger and churning in his gut. Garnet's abrupt departure, her silent withdrawal, felt like a punch to the solar plexus. The unexpected meeting with Andrea was a distant haze now, drowned by the sting of Garnet's absence. He did not need the keen ears of a God to hear the unspoken accusation in her silence: a confirmation of Andrea’s plan, a betrayal that Garnet could not bear.The cityscape blurred past as he order Sean to drive fast, the honking sounds of motorists morphing into a cacophony of discontent that rivaled the one in his head. Home, an oasis of familiarity and solace, lay ahead. Yet, the thought of stepping into that haven with Garnet probably hurt by what she had seen twisted his heart like a blacksmith's tongs. Each passing s
“Do you want to ride to the office along with me today?” Thor asked. Ever since he suggested they go on a honeymoon the tension between them had become a palpable thing that filled their senses.He had purposefully stayed away from her and not graced their bedroom with their presence, instead sleeping in the guest room which had disappointed Garnet. He wanted to wait until they were far away in a place that did not have any of their painful memories to make new ones.“I will not be going to the office today.” She said and blushed as she looked up at his intense gaze. “Maya is visiting and I want to spend time with her before we go on our trip.Maya was briefly back in town again and she wanted to catch up. Garnet felt guilty for having left her in the club the way she had so she promised that they could go out and eat, her treat.She got dressed in a little lilac sundress and she looked at herself in the mirror she bemoaned the lack of her tan, she looked white and pasty. Thor had been
Maya's scream hitched in her throat, strangled by a fist of ice that squeezed her heart tight. She watched in horrified slow motion as the rusty minivan swerved onto the main road, Garnet's startled face pressed against the grimy back window. One desperate lunge, but her fingers grazed only air as the van sped away, swallowing Garnet whole.Panic, raw and primal, ripped through Maya. The world dissolved into a blur of honking horns and screeching tires as she bolted after the van, feet pounding the asphalt. Adrenaline surged, masking the sting of scraped knees and the ache in her lungs. Logic fled, replaced by the instinctual need to reach Garnet, to pull her back from the abyss that had just yawned open in front of them.The van, a hulking beast on the road, weaved through traffic with reckless abandon. Maya, fueled by desperation, wove after it, a lone runner trying to defy the metal tide. Cars honked, swerved, showered her with angry shouts, but her gaze remained fixed on the van,
Garnet woke to the taste of dust and the hollow scent of fear. Her mind was blank for a minute then she remembered and panic coated her throat, leaving it parched and sandpapery and she was unable to swallow. Her eyes flew open, slamming against the suffocating darkness. She couldn't remember the last time she'd blinked, the memory lost in the swirling vortex of terror that had consumed her.She tried to move and realized that she was bound, hands tied behind her back with something rough and scratchy, her ankles felt the same way, anchored to something solid and unyielding, leaving her trussed up like a chicken. Her mind frantically clawed at the edges of time, trying to snag the memory of how she'd gotten to this place. Then the memories flooded her and she felt a wave of dizziness as she remembered Maya’s pale face as someone had covered her face with a piece of cloth. She had probably passed out after because she could not remember how she had gotten to this place. The only reaso
Andrea’s exit from the room was heralded by Garnet’s endless screams for help. She refused to give up in the hopes that if there was any chance that she could get someone to find her and save her then she was going to scream until her very last breath. After some time had elapsed and she was no longer able to scream and her throat was sore the kidnappers, faces twisted with a macabre glee came in and roughly cut the ropes that her bound hands and legs before hurling her to her feet. They herded her out of what appeared to be a warehouse in the midst of nowhere.Garnet tottered on shaky legs as she was pushed and forced to walk further into the thick of the trees until they came to a clearing which they seemed satisfied with as the chosen location and they stopped. Then Garnet noticed that they had already dug a pit probably to bury her in and the tiny ember of hope she had been holding unto was doused by that sight. Even then she turned pleading eyes at them and in her hoarse voice
In a cafe downtown far far away from all the pretty and pricey cafes that she normally frequented, Andrea sat waiting patiently at a table with its chipped edges in a corner of the room where she could see whoever came into the cafe but she was not seen even though her dark sunglasses did not make her look inconspicuous because it was a little weird to see someone wearing glasses indoors. Soon her phone rang and she looked at the phone and looked outside and saw Bill looking around in confusion then she picked up the phone.“You are in front of the right cafe, just come inside, I am sitting on the last table at the other end of the window.” She directed.Bill came in and looked in the direction she had described and he sat opposite her then looked around at the questionable environment while Andrea beckoned to the waitress.“What would you like?” She asked when she came before them and pulled out a notebook from her yellowed apron.“I am fine.” Bill said in disgust when he looked at
Thor, still grappling with the aftermath of their fight and the lingering sting of Garnet’s words, approached the topic of visit with trepidation. Garnet, a porcelain teacup poised halfway to her lips eyed him knowing that he wanted to say something to her. Thor's hesitant but still as proud as ever cleared his throat , "Hey, so…there's something I need to tell you," had shattered the morning's fragile peace."Okay. What is it?" she asked, her voice guarded and obviously still annoyed with him. His news, she sensed, wouldn't be sunshine and rainbows.Thor fidgeted, running a hand through his already tousled hair. "My grandfather…he invited us to visit him."Garnet frowned. The mention of Thor's family always seemed to bring a cloud over his usually contained personality. She on the other hand did not care, besides it was going to happen anyway.“Good.” she said simply, “when do we leave?”.He snorted, a humorless sound. "Good?” He said. He was surprised as she asked no questions at al
Thor adjusted his cufflinks, the glint of platinum catching the strobe lights like scattered diamonds. A journalist was coming to do an interview for the segment the magazine was doing on him. The newest and youngest billionaire in the city. The air thrummed with an energy that made him feel uneasy but he masked it perfectly with his easy smile, he felt a flicker of unease but kept it down knowing that the reporter would probably smell it like a shark smell it blood in water. He might hate dressing up and acting like a puppet in front of all these people but he reminded himself that it was just temporary and soon he would no longer need to dance to their tune.Andrea’s father had insisted that a spread needed to be done to celebrate his success with the contract he had won and done justice to. It was ridiculous that just a year ago no one even knew of him and now, he was the golden boy, the architect of a billion-dollar deal that had saved not just his company after that Virus attack
Thor adjusted his cufflinks, the glint of platinum catching the strobe lights like scattered diamonds. A journalist was coming to do an interview for the segment the magazine was doing on him. The newest and youngest billionaire in the city. The air thrummed with an anxiousness that he masked perfectly with his easy smile, he felt a flicker of unease but kept it down knowing that the reporter would probably smell it like a shark smell it blood in water. He might hate dressing up and acting like a puppet in front of all these people but he reminded himself that it was just temporary and soon he would no longer need to dance to their tune.Andrea’s father had insisted that a spread needed to be done to celebrate his success with the contract he had won and done justice to. It was ridiculous that just a year ago no one even knew of him and now, he was the golden boy, the architect of a billion-dollar deal that had saved not just his company after that Virus attack, but revitalized the c
Thor adjusted his cufflinks, the glint of platinum catching the strobe lights like scattered diamonds. A journalist was coming to do an interview for the segment the magazine was doing on him. The newest and youngest billionaire in the city. The air thrummed with an anxiousness that he masked perfectly with his easy smile, he felt a flicker of unease but kept it down knowing that the reporter would probably smell it like a shark smell it blood in water. He might hate dressing up and acting like a puppet in front of all these people but he reminded himself that it was just temporary and soon he would no longer need to dance to their tune.Andrea’s father had insisted that a spread needed to be done to celebrate his success with the contract he had won and done justice to. It was ridiculous that just a year ago no one even knew of him and now, he was the golden boy, the architect of a billion-dollar deal that had saved not just his company after that Virus attack, but revitalized the c
The air in the living room felt thick with unspoken words, the silence a suffocating blanket after the bombshell on the television she had just switched off. The news crashed into her like a heavy wave and slammed Garnet into the cold, hard reality of her new life. Thor, her husband of a whole three years, had not only accepted her proposal for separation with the emotional depth of a handshake goodbye, but he was already parading Andrea Whitlock, her supposed "friend," as his new girlfriend all over media merely two weeks after. They were the sweethearts of the media and she could not even open any social media apps without being confronted by the smug glow of happiness on their faces in every picture, the sickeningly adoring captions, they had even been given a relationship name, “AnTh” how ridiculously juvenile. All of it felt like Thor was spitting on the ashes of their marriage while laughing and it hurt.“It couple," the headlines crowed. "Thor Smith rebounds with stunning Bill
Thor adjusted his cufflinks, the glint of platinum catching the strobe lights like scattered diamonds. A journalist was coming to do an interview for the segment the magazine was doing on him. The newest and youngest billionaire in the city. The air thrummed with an energy that made him feel uneasy but he masked it perfectly with his easy smile, he felt a flicker of unease but kept it down knowing that the reporter would probably smell it like a shark smell it blood in water. He might hate dressing up and acting like a puppet in front of all these people but he reminded himself that it was just temporary and soon he would no longer need to dance to their tune.Andrea’s father had insisted that a spread needed to be done to celebrate his success with the contract he had won and done justice to. It was ridiculous that just a year ago no one even knew of him and now, he was the golden boy, the architect of a billion-dollar deal that had saved not just his company after that Virus attack,
The early morning sun, a pale ghost against the dew-kissed windows, found Garnet still in bed, a half-finished mug of chamomile tea sat untouched on the bed stand beside her. Sleep, that elusive butterfly, had finally fluttered in after several hours of tossing around restlessly in bed. Atlas’s exit last night had left behind a gnawing anxiety that had her twisting the sheets into tight knots and being unable to sleep. Today, the silence in their home felt more pronounced, the air thick with an unspoken question: what was coming after, would he grant her wishes?A sharp rap at her door startled her into wakefulness, shattering the fragile peace she had been enjoying. She sat up, heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Who would be knocking on her door so early in the morning? Crystal usually let her sleep in for as long as she wanted and would not come up unless summoned. Was Thor back with some scary pronouncement? She climbed out of the bed and padded to the door and
“Well well well, if it isn’t Garnet.” Andrea said jovially and leaned forward to kiss the sides of Garnet’s cheeks while Garnet stood stiffly and stared at Thor who looked back at her nonchalantly.“What are you both doing here?” Andrea asked.“The same thing as you I expect.” Garnet answered churlishly. “Celebrating freedom.” “What a surprise , I did not expect to see you here."Bill," Mr. Smith's voice, a practiced charm, cut through the music. "Garnet. What a surprise." His smile was polished, devoid of the cracks their divorce had etched.Garnet's smile was like ice cracking. "And I did not expect to find you celebrating, Richard," she replied, her voice laced with venom. "Though I suppose drowning your sorrows in champagne is one way to deal with a failed marriage."A humorless chuckle escaped Thor. "Hardly a failure, my dear. Merely a...reconfiguration." He gestured towards Andrea. "I’m sure you know Andrea. She has graciously offered to help me with the transition."Andrea’s fe